Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

17 - Consent 🇨🇦🇬🇧

Britain x Canada
Incest warning
Requested by: XxYoushyxX

Britain stayed home with his second oldest son, Canada, while everyone else went out. America went out with his girlfriend, Australia and New Zealand went with France shopping in the city so they wouldn't be back until late. And America usually came home late as well.

It was perfect. Britain was feeling rather hard and he didn't want to cheat on his wife, so fucking his son was the best option.

Before he knew it, he was at Canada's door, watching him sleep. Creepy, yes. He started to take off his coat and unbutton his vest. The two articles of clothing fell to the floor, joined by his tie and blouse soon.

He quietly crawled onto Canada and kissed him to wake him up. Canada made a sound of destress as he tried to push Britain off of him, but it didn't work. Britain shoved his tongue into Canada's mouth, his hands exploring Canada's chest and hips.

When Britain parted, a string of salvia connecting their tongues, he looked into Canada's scared eyes.

"Wh—Why are you doing this, dad?" Canada asked shakily, giving up on pushing him off.

Britain chuckled, "isn't it obvious? I love you." He went down to Canada's neck and started kissing down it. He got to his shoulder and licked all the way up to his ear lobe where he bit slightly. Canada let out a pained groan. Britain slipped his hand under Canada's boxers and pulled them down.

Canada blushed and looked away.

Well, this was the most attention he got.

He heard some clothes being taken off and something rubbing on his member. He looked up and saw Britain—his own father—positioning himself above Canada's member.

Then, Britain slammed himself down, letting out a loud moan and tears from his eyes. He sat there, panting harshly, letting out a sob now and then. He rolled his hips on Canada's, testing to see if he was ready.

Something took over Canada.

He flipped Britain over and started thrusting into him, making loud moans leave the smaller country. He kept going and going, hearing his father try and tell him to speed up, but it only came out in moans and half-breathed groans.

"YES~" Britain suddenly moaned, arching his back. "Ita! Ita! (Yes! Yes!)"

Canada kept thrusting harshly into that spot, earning louder moans. He leaned down and kissed his father, biting his lolled-out tongue.

"OBSECRO!! (PLEASE!!)"

"MAGIS TATA!"

"What was that?" Canada asked teasingly, slowing down to gentle thrusts.

Britain looked up at him, his eyes flowing with tears. "H—Harder, daddy~"

Canada smiled and bit Britain's neck, starting to slam in and out again. The moan started again, and the latin.

"I—I'M GONNA—"

Britain came over the sheets and their chests, moaning. Canada felt how Britain closed around him and gave one last ram into Britain and came deep inside him.

They two stayed there for a minute, panting happily.

"I won't tell if you don't tell," Canada said, laying beside Britain.

"P—Promise..." Britain whispered, moving so Canada was spooning him.

Later

"Mon amour! (My love!) I'm home!" France called, bringing bags of groceries into the large house. "Britain?" She called, walking upstairs. She smelled something... weird.

She followed the smell to her son Canada's room. She opened the door and saw Britain and Canada there, asleep. She smiled slightly, thinking Canada was just scared and slept with Britain.

But, when France noticed the discarded clothes and the strong smell of sex, she growled and closed the door.

Time for revenge.

Words p: 603